[They're the same. Their small hand is pressed against her chest, like they're trying to pretend there's anything special beyond the pounding, pounding, pounding.
She doesn't say a word and mimics their gesture, pressing her hand against their chest, over where that shining star resides.
They're the same-forgotten, failed experiments looking for another, better life where they aren't held to the impossible standards they grew up with.
She doesn't need words to understand their vision is one she needs to remember-know how much they struggled for life and how deserving they are to be in this loving place.
Her arms wrap around their small body and if they let her, she's going to pull them into a tight hug and try to hide them against her. Whether they need it or not, hopefully they understand the option is always there.
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She doesn't say a word and mimics their gesture, pressing her hand against their chest, over where that shining star resides.
They're the same-forgotten, failed experiments looking for another, better life where they aren't held to the impossible standards they grew up with.
She doesn't need words to understand their vision is one she needs to remember-know how much they struggled for life and how deserving they are to be in this loving place.
Her arms wrap around their small body and if they let her, she's going to pull them into a tight hug and try to hide them against her. Whether they need it or not, hopefully they understand the option is always there.
She'll always shelter them when they need it.]